Teryl @ Work

I am one of the elite who is chosen to always sit in front of the chair kicker at the movies.   It is a great privilege that I don’t take lightly. I start by subtly turning my head to see if there is really somebody behind me, because it is possible that the row of seats is a little unstable. If there is, I hope that it’s just a once off settling in bump.   Sadly, by the third or fourth kick in the first ten minutes, the movie is no longer my main focus.   My husband is often kind enough to swap seats.   Now can he just not feel it, or do they stop kicking when they are facing the back of the head of a 6’3” man? It happens on planes, too, and even in a financial reporting session recently.   My personal favourite is the person who is only able to stand up from his plane seat by leaning heavily on the back of mine, tilting me backwards while he raises himself into a standing position.   Sitting is an equally challen...